Текст песни Suburban Dreams

If you need some time to think

Then you probably want that time, to cultivate, all your entropy

If you really fucking cared, you'd speak it from your heart

Not sit around and plan attacks, rehearsing all your parts

But you need some time to spread all your misery

Look me in the eye, and try to give it straight

The hounds of hell are soon upon, the pathos that we take

To persecute our dignity and throw it in our face

All is lost, it's cut and run, it's time to leave this rotten place

If you need, an alibi for all your twisted lives

Then you probably never had the chance, to peer inside

An empty shell of hope, this stagnant pool of man

Decapitate, resuscitate, all done by the same hand

But you need time to perpetuate the hate and all the sadist tiesPublic Serpents - Suburban Dreams - http://ru.motolyrics.com/public-serpents/suburban-dreams-lyrics.html

I can't believe this wack ass game you played on me

Grade school tricks, of bait and switch, did this when I was three

It doesn't take an eagles eye to measure up your deeds

Just an ounce of pride, and a breath of life, to make your plans recede

A pinch of hate, demonstrates, the logic and the traits

Of new world ordered, medicate, the future of restraints

It's in your food, on the tube and products that you use

And that fluoride in your toothpaste is mind control in a tube, now your screwed...

Your a picture perfect example, of the things I said today

Just take a look around you and your ways

Suburban youth, there's no hope for you to ever find the truth

If you need, someone to tell you how to live your fucking life

Well I think your home, you won the game, grand prize is a trophy wife.